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IvIBRARY 

OF  THE 


UNIVERSITY  OF  CALIFORNIA. 

GIFT  OF 

GEORGE  MOREY  RICHARDSON. 


Received,  ^August,  1898. 
^Accession  No.  73 0  9&       Class  No. 


ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH 
THE  POETS 


SELECTED    AND    ARRANGED    BY 

MARY    GATE    SMITH 

AND 

SARAH   C.  WINN 


put  a  girdle  round  about   the   Earth   in  forty 
minutes"  —  SHAKESPEARE 


BOSTON 

CHARLES  H.    KILBORN,   PUBLISHER 
3  TRKMONT 


Copyright, 

1889, 
BY  MRS.  H.  I.  SMITH. 


PRESS    OF    HENRY    H.    CLARK    &    CO.,    BOSTON, 


INTRODUCTORY. 


The  design  of  this  little  book  is  to  advance, 
in  some  degree,  that  more  real  and  interesting 
study  of  geography,  now  rapidly  gaining  favor 
everywhere. 

No  longer  satisfied  with  the  brief  definitions 
of  the  school  geography,  the  teacher  culls  from 
illustrated  books  of  travel,  brilliant  narratives  of 
discovery,  descriptive  poetry,  and  many  other 
sources,  such  selections  as  will  attract  the  young 
pupil  and  inspire  a  more  intelligent  interest  in 
the  study  of  Nature. 

The  words  of  some  "nonsense  rhyme," 
caught  on  the  playground,  are  remembered 
long  after  much  studied  definitions  are  forgot- 
ten. This  natural  love  of  rhythm  is  a  strong 
argument  (if  any  were  needed)  in  favor  of  the 
larger  use  of  poetry  in  the  schoolroom, — both 
because  of  its  refining  influence  and  as  a  prac- 
tical aid  in  acquiring  and  retaining  valuable 
information.  m 


IV  INTRODUCTORY. 

When  seen  through  the  poet's  eyes,  the 
familiar  surroundings  of  every-day  life  reveal 
hidden  beauties,  and,  in  imagination,  the  scenes, 
the  customs,  and  the  wonders  of  distant  lands 
are  brought  near. 

Thus  supplemented  by  passages  of  descrip- 
tive poetry,  the  meagre  statements  of  the  text- 
book may  be  enforced  at  every  point ;  and  the 
geography  recitation  will  no  longer  be  a  mere 
exercise  in  which  pupils 

"Can  string  you  names  of  districts,  cities,  towns, 
The  whole  world  over,  tight  as  beads  of  dew 
Upon  a  gossamer  thread." 


The  selections  are  arranged  in  the  natural 
order  of  the  study,  and  pupils  should  be  required 
to  learn  them  as  the  various  topics  are  studied. 

PART  I.    Physical  Features. 

So  far  as  possible,  the  simplest  poetry  has 
been  introduced  for  this  elementary  study. 


INTRODUCTORY.  V 

PART  II.    Relating"  to  Special   Countries,  Mountains, 
Rivers,  etc. 

A  more  extended  range  of  selections  may 
be  chosen  for  this  department,  and  those  given 
will  doubtless  suggest  others  of  a  similar  charac- 
ter to  many  teachers. 

PART   III.    An  Illustrative  Tour. 

This  collection  of  choice  verses,  making  a 
continuous  journey  round  the  Earth,  will  afford 
a  valuable  school  exercise,  or  a  review  of  the 
whole  work. 

PART  IV.    Longer  Poems  of  Places. 

The  introduction,  in  longer  poems,  of  the 
names  of  places  widely  separated,  which  are  to 
be  located  as  soon  as  named,  will  furnish  a  test 
of  accurate  and  ready  knowledge. 


ONE  VOICE. 
"Who  made  the  rocks,  the  hills,  the  trees, 

The  mountains  and  the  vales ; 
The  flocks,  the  herds,  the  cooling  breeze, 
The  stream  that  never  fails? 

At,!,. 

'Twas  God,  our  Father  and  our  King ; 
Oh,  let  us  all  his  praises  sing !  " 


OF  THB 

I  UNIVERSITY  } 


ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE 

POETS- 


PART    ONE. 

THE    HILLS. 

0  silent  hills  across  the  lake, 
Asleep  in  moonlight,  or  awake 
To  catch  the  color  of  the  sky, 

That  sifts  through  every  cloud  swept  by,  - 
How  beautiful  ye  are ! 

Lucy  Larcom. 

1  stand  upon  my  native  hills  again, 

Broad,  round,  and  green,  that  in  the  Summer 

sky, 

With  garniture  of  waving  grass  and  grain, 
Orchards  and  beechen  forests,  basking  lie, 


2          ROUND   THK   WORI.D   WITH   THK   POETS. 

While  deep  the  sunless  glens  are  scoop 'd  be- 
tween, 

Where  brawl  o'er  shallow  beds  the  streams 
unseen. 

Bryant. 

Here  mountain  on  mountain  exultingly  throws 
Through   storm,    mist,    and    snow,    its    bleak 

crags  to  the  sky ; 

In  their  shadow  the  sweets  of  the  valley  re- 
pose, 

While    streams,  gay  with    verdure   and   sun- 
shine steal  by. 

William  Peter, 

He   who   ascends  to  mountain   tops,    shall   find 
The   loftiest  peaks   most   wrapt  in   clouds    and 
snow. 

Byron. 
A    BROOK    SONG. 

I'm  hastening  from  the  distant  hills 
With  swift  and  noisy  flowing, 

Nursed  by  a  thousand  tiny  rills, 
I'  m  ever  onward  going. 


ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS. 

The  willows  cannot  stay  my  course, 
With  all  their  pliant  wooing  ; 

I  sing  and  sing  till  I  am  hoarse, 
My  prattling  way  pursuing. 

I  kiss  the  pebbles  as  I  pass, 

And  hear  them  say  they  love  me, 
I  make  obeisance  to  the  grass 

That  kindly  bends  above  me, 
So  onward  through  the  meads  and  dells 

I  hasten,  never  knowing 
The  secret  motive  that  impels, 

Or  whither  I  am  going. 

Eugene  Field. 

THE    BROOK    AND   THE   WAVE. 

The  brooklet  came  from  the  mountain, 

As  sang  the  bard  of  old, 
Running  with  feet  of  silver 

Over  the  sands  of  gold! 

Far  away  in  the  briny  ocean 
There  rolled  a  turbulent  wave, 

Now  singing  along  the  sea-beach, 
Now  howling  along  the  cave. 


4          ROUND   THE}   WORIyD   WITH 

And  the  brooklet  has  found  the  billow, 

Though  they  flowed  so  far  apart, 
And  has  filled  with  its  freshness  and  sweetness 

That  turbulent,  bitter  heart. 

Longfellow. 


Up  in  a  wild  where  no  one  comes  to  look 
There  lives  and  sings  a  little  lonely  brook  ; 
L,iveth  and  singeth  in  the  dreary  pines, 
Yet  creepeth  on  to  where  the  daylight  shines. 

Adeline  D.    T.    Whitney. 

THE    RIVER. 

O  tell  me,  pretty  river ! 

Whence  do  thy  waters  flow? 
And  whither  art  thou  roaming, 

So  smoothly  and  so  slow? 

My  birthplace  was  the  mountain, 
My  nurse  the  April  showers  ; 

My  cradle  was  a  fountain, 

O'er-curtained  by  wild  flowers. 


ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS. 

One  morn  I  ran  away, 

A  madcap,  noisy  rill ; 
And  many  a  prank  that  day 

I  played  adown  the  hill ! 


And  then,  'mid  meadowy  banks, 
I  flirted  with  the  flowers, 

That  stooped,  with  glowing  lips, 
To  woo  me  to  their  bowers. 


But  these  bright  scenes  are  o'er, 
And  darkly  flows  my  wave  ; 

I  hear  the  ocean's  roar  — 

And  there  must  be  my  grave. 

Anon. 


So  blue  yon  winding  river  flows, 
It  seems  an  outlet  from  the  sky, 

Where,  waiting  till  the  west  wind  blows, 
The  freighted  clouds  at  anchor  lie. 

Longfellow. 


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6   ROUND  THE;  WORLD  WITH  THE;  POETS. 

See  the  rivers  flowing, 

Downward  to  the  sea, 
Pouring  all  their  treasures 

Bountiful  and  free  ! 

Yet,  to  help  their  giving, 

Hidden  springs  arise ; 
Or,  if  need  be,  showers 

Feed  them  from  the  skies. 

Adelaide  A.  Procter. 

THE    SEA. 

The  sea  !  the  sea  !  the  open  sea  ! 

The  blue,  the  fresh,  the  ever  free  ! 

Without  a  mark,  without  a  bound, 

It  runneth  the  earth's  wide  regions  round  ; 

It  plays  with  the  clouds  ;  it  mocks  the  skies  ; 

Or  like  a  cradled  creature  lies. 

Barry  Cornwall. 

The  current  sweeps  the  Old  World ; 

The  current  sweeps  the  New  : 
The  wind  will  blow,  the  dawn  will  glow, 

Ere  thou  hast  sailed  them  through. 

Charles  Kings  ley. 


ROUND   THE   WORLD    WITH   THE   POETS.          *t 

THE    WAVES. 

Children  are  we 
Of  the  restless  sea, 

Swelling  in  anger,  or  sparkling  in  glee  ; 
We  follow  and  race, 
In  shifting  chase, 
Over  the  boundless  ocean-space  ! 
Who  hath  beheld  when  the  race  begun  ? 
Who  shall  behold  it  run? 

Bayard  Taylor. 

THE    SINGERS    OF    THE    SEA. 

Oh,  many  voices  has  the  sea  ! 
A  chorus  of  rare  melody  : 
The  solemn  bass  the  lighter  tone 
Flowing  in  tuneful  unison, 
Without  a  discord  ;  sounding  high 
Above  the  lark  that  sweeps  the  sky, 
Or  striking  with  tumultuous  roar 
Against  the  frowning  rocky  shore. 
In  quiet  bays,  with  dreamy  song 
To  fragrant  airs  it  glides  along. 

Josephine  Pollard. 


8       ROUND  THE:  WORLD  WITH  THE;  POE;TS. 

GOD    AT    SEA. 

(From  the  German.} 

The  sea  is  deep,  the  sea  is  broad  ; 
Yet  goeth  forth  the  might  of  God, 
Deeper  than  deepest  plummet- sound, 
And  wider  than  earth's  watery  round. 

So  many  fishes  in  the  sea, 
The  Lord  on  all  looks  lovingly, 
Gives  all  their  daily  food,  and  still 
He  leads  them  up  and  down  at  will. 

How  high  the  windy  billows  leap  ! 
If  He  commands,  how  still  they  sleep ! 
Drawn  by  His  faithful,   tender  hand, 
LO  !  smallest  ships  find  farthest  land. 

John  James  Piatt. 

THE    SKY. 

The  sky  is  a  drinking  cup, 
That  was  overturned  of  old, 

And  it  pours  in  the  eyes  of  men 
Its  wine  of  airy  gold. 


OF  THB 

UNIVERSITY 


C^UFOP 
ROUND   THE   WORLD    WITH   THE   POETS.          9 

We  drink  that  wine  all  day, 

Till  the  last  drop  is  drained  up, 

And  are  lighted  up  to  bed 
By  the  jewels  in  the  cup. 

X.  //.  StoddarJ. 
SUNBEAMS. 

See  the  witching  sunbeams, 

With  the  wand  they  hold, 
Turn  the  earth  to  emerald, 

And  the  skies  to  gold. 
All  the  streams  are  silver, 

'Neath  their  magic  rare, 
All  the  black  tears  night  has  shed 

Gems  for  kings  to  wear. 

Eliza  S.    Turner. 

THE    MOON. 

O  moon  !  in  the  night  I  have  seen  you  sailing 

And  shining  so  round,  and  low  ; 
You  were  bright  !  ah  bright!  but  your  light  is 
failing  — 

You  are  nothing  now  but  a  bow. 


IO   ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS. 

Yon  moon,  have  you  done  something  wrong  in 
heaven, 

That  God  has  hidden  your  face  ? 
I  hope  if  you  have  you  will  soon  be  forgiven, 

And  shine  again  in  your  place. 

fean  fngelow. 

THE    STARS. 

What  do  the  stars  do 

Up  in  the  sky, 
Higher  than  wind  can  blow 

Or  the  clouds  fly  ? 
Each  star  in  its  own  glory 

Circles,  circles  still ; 
As  it  was  lit  to  shine  and  set 

And  do  its  Maker's  will. 

Christina  Rossetti. 


THE    WIND. 

The    wind   has    a    language,    I  would    I    could 

learn  ! 
Sometimes    'tis   soothing,    and    sometimes    'tis 

stern, 


ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS.   II 

Sometimes  it  conies  like  a  low  sweet  song, 
And   all  things  grow  calm,  as  the  sound  floats 

along, 

And  the  forest  is  lull'd  by  the  dreamy  strain, 
And    slumber   sinks    down    on    the    wandering 

main, 

And  its  crystal  arms  are  folded  in  rest, 
And  the  tall  ship  sleeps  on  its  heaving  breast. 

Landon. 


THE    SONG    OF    THE    RAIN. 

Lo  !   the  long  slender  spears,   how  they  quiver 

and  flash 

Where  the  clouds  send  their  cavalry  down  ! 
Rank  and  file  by  the  million  the   rain   lancers 

dash 
Over  mountain  and  river  and  town. 


The  pastures  lie  baked,  and  the  furrow  is  bare, 
The  wells  they  yawn  empty  and  dry  : 

But  a  rushing  of  waters  is  heard  in  the  air, 
And  a  rainbow  leaps  out  in  the  sky. 


12      ROUND    THE   WORLD   WITH    THE    POETS. 

Hark !    the   heavy   drops   pelting   the   sycamore 

leaves, 
How  they  wash  the  wide  pavement,  and  sweep 

from  the  eaves  ! 
Oh,  the  rain,  the  plentiful  rain  ! 


LITTLE    SHIPS    IN    THE    AIR. 

Flakes  of  snow,  with  sails  so  white, 
Drifting  down  the  wintry  skies, 

Tell  us  where  }^our  route  begins, 
Say  which  way  your  harbor  lies? 

"In  the  clouds,  the  roomy  clouds, 
Arching  earth  with  shadowy  dome, 

There's  the  port  from  which  we  sail, 
There  is  tiny  snow-flakes'  home." 

And  the  cargo  that  you  take 

From  those  cloudy  ports  above  — 

Is  it  always  meant  to  bless, 
Sent  in  anger  or  in  love  ? 


N  A  R 
OF  THB 

UNIVERSITY 


ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS.    13 

4  *  Warmth  for  all  the  tender  roots, 
Warmth  for  every  living  thing, 

Water  for  the  rivers'  flow, 

This  the  cargo  that  we  bring." 

Who's  the  Master  that  you  serve, 

Bids  you  lift  your  tiny  sails, 
Brings  you  safely  to  the  earth, 

Guides  you  through  the  wintry  gales? 

"  He  who  tells  the  birds  to  sing, 
He  who  sends  the  April  flowers, 

He  who  ripens  all  the  fruit, 
That  great  Master,  he  is  ours." 

E.  A.  Rand. 

SNOW-FLAKES. 

Out  of  the  bosom  of  the  Air, 

Out  of  the  cloud-  folds  of  her  garments  shaken, 
Over  the  woodlands  brown  and  bare, 
Over  the  harvest-fields  forsaken, 
Silent,   and  soft,  and  slow 
Descends  the  snow. 

Longfellow. 


14    ROUND  THE:  WORLD  WITH  THE  POKTS. 

FROST. 

The  Frost  looked  forth  one  still,  clear  night, 
And  whispered :  ' '  Now,  I  shall  be  out  of  sight, 
So,  through  the  valley,  and  over  the  height, 

In  silence  I'  11  take  my  way. 
I  will  not  go  on  like  that  blustering  train  — 
The  wind  and  the  snow,  the  hail  and  the  rain  — 
Which  makes  so  much  bustle  and  noise  in  vain, 

But  I'll  be  as  busy  as  they." 


Then  he  went  to  the  mountain   and  powdered 

its  crest ; 
He  climbed  up  the  trees,  and  their  boughs  he 

drest. 
With  diamonds  and  pearls,  and  over  the  breast 

Of  the  quivering  lake,  he  spread 
A  coat  of  mail,  that  it  need  not  fear 
The  downward  point  of  many  a  spear, 
That  he  hung  on  its  margin,  far  and  near, 
Where  a  rock  could  rear  its  head. 

H.  F.  Gould. 


ROUND    THE   WORI<D    WITH    THE    POETS.       15 

THE    WORLD. 

Great,  wide,  beautiful,  wonderful  World, 
With  the  wonderful  water  round  you  curled, 
And  the  wonderful  grass  upon  your  breast 
World,  you  are  wonderfully  drest. 

The  wonderful  air  is  over  me, 
And  the  wonderful  wind  is  shaking  the  tree  ; 
It  walks  on  the  water,  and  whirls  the  mills, 
And  talks  to  itself  on  the  tops  of  the  hills. 

You  friendly  Earth  !  how  far  do  you  go 

With  the  wheat-fields  that  nod  and  the  rivers 

that  flow, 

With  cities  and  gardens,  and  cliffs  and  isles, 
And  people  upon  you  for  thousands  of  miles  ? 

Ah,  you  are  so  great,  and  I  am  so  small, 
I  tremble  to  think  of  you,  World,   at  all  ; 
And  yet  when  I  said  my  prayers  to-day, 
A  whisper  within  me  seemed  to  say  : 


1 6      ROUND    THE   \VORI,D    WITH    THE   POETS. 

"You  are  more  than  the  Earth,  though  you 
are  such  a  dot ; 

You  can  love  and  think,  and  the  Earth  can- 
not !"  Matthew  Browne. 


PART    TWO. 

INDIAN    NAMES. 

Ye  say  they  all  have  passed  away, 

That  noble  race  and  brave, 
That  their  light  canoes  have  vanished 

From  off  the  crested  wave, 
That  'mid  the  forests  where  they  roamed 

There  rings  no  hunter's  shout; 
But  their  name  is  on  your  waters, 

Ye  may  not  wash  it  out. 

'Tis  where  Ontario's  billow 
Like  Ocean's  surge  is  curled  ; 

Where  strong  Niagara's  thunders  wake 
The  echo  of  the  world  ; 


ROUND  THE   WORIvD   WITH  THE   POETS.          1 7 

Where  red  Missouri  bringeth 

Rich  tribute  from  the  west, 
And  Rappahannock  sweetly  sleeps 

On  green  Virginia's  breast. 


Ye  say,  their  cone-like  cabins, 

That  clustered  o'er  the  vale, 
Have  fled  away  like  withered  leaves, 

Before  the  autumn  gale  : 
But  their  memory  liveth  on  your  hills, 

Their  baptism  on  your  shore ; 
Your  everlasting  rivers  speak 

Their  dialect  of  yore, 


Old  Massachusetts  wears  it 

Within  her  lordly  crown, 
And  broad  Ohio  bears  it 

Mid  all  her  young  renown  ; 
Connecticut  hath  wreathed  it 

Where  her  quiet  foliage  waves, 
And  bold  Kentucky  breathed  it  hoarse 

Through  all  her  ancient  caves. 


1 8      ROUND    THE    WORIyD    WITH    THE    POETS. 

Wachuset  hides  its  lingering  voice 

Within  his  rocky  heart, 
And  Alleghany  graves  its  tone 

Throughout  his  lofty  chart ; 
Monadnock  on  his  forehead  hoar 

Doth  seal  the  sacred  trust ; 
Your  mountains  build  their  monument, 

Though  ye  destroy  their  dust. 

Mrs.  Sigourney. 

MAINE. 

Far  in  the  sunset's  mellow  glory, 

Far  in  the  daybreak's  pearly  bloom, 
Fringed  by  Ocean's  foamy  surges, 

Belted  in  by  woods  of  gloom, 
Stretch  thy  soft,  luxuriant  borders, 

Smile  thy  shores,  in  hill  and  plain, 
Flower-enamelled,  ocean  girdled, 

Green  bright  shores  of  Maine. 

Rivers  of  surpassing  beauty 

From  thy  hemlock  \voodlands  flow,  — 
Androscoggin  and  Penobscot, 

Saco,  chilled  by  northern  snow  ; 


ROUND  THE  WORU)  WITH  THE  POETS.   1 9 

These  from  many  a  lowly  valley 
Thick  by  pine-trees  shadowed  o'er, 

Sparkling  from  their  ice-cold  tributes 
To  the  surges  of  thy  shore. 

Bays  resplendent  as  the  heaven, 

Starred  and  gemmed  by  thousand  isles, 
Gird  thee,  —  Casco  with  its  islets, 

Quoddy  with  its  dimpled  smiles  ; 
O'er  them  swift  the  fisher's  shallop 

And  tall  ships  their  wings  expand, 
While  the  smoke-flag  of  the  steamer 
Flaunteth  out  its  cloudy  streamer, 

Bound  unto  a  foreign  strand. 

Isaac  McLellan. 

Where  white  Katahdin  o'er  the  horizon  shines, 
And  broad  Penobscot  dashes  through  the  pines. 

Holmes. 

From  gray  sea-fog,  from  icy  drift, 

From  peril  and  from  pain, 
The  home-bound  fisher  greets  thy  lights, 

O  hundred  harbored  Maine  ! 

Whittier. 


2o    ROUND  THE;  WORU)  WITH  THE;  POETS. 

NEW    HAMPSHIRE. 

God  bless  New  Hampshire!  —  from  her  granite 

peaks 
Again  the  voice  of  Stark  and  I^angdon  speaks. 

Whittidr. 

And  fair  are  the  sunny  isles  in  view 
East  of  the  grisly  Head  of  the  Boar, 

And  Agamenticus  lifts  its  blue 

Disk  of  a  cloud  the  woodlands  o'er. 

Whit  tier. 

THE    GATES    OF    THE    HUDSON. 

I  see  the  beetling  Palisades, 

Whose  wrinkled  brows  forever, 
In  calms  and  storms,  in  lights  and  shades, 

Keep  watch  along  the  river. 

William   O.  Stoddard. 

I  have  stood 

Where  Hudson  rolled  his  lordly  flood: 
Seen  sunrise  rest  and  sunset  fade 
Along  his  frowning  Palisade; 


ROUND   THE   WORLD   WITH    THE    POETS.       21 

Looked  down  the  Appalachian  peak 
On  Juniata's  silver  streak; 
Have  seen  along  his  valley  gleam 
The  Mohawk's  softly  winding  stream  ; 
The  level  light  of  sunset  shine 
Through  broad  Potomac's  hem  of  pine ; 
And  Autumn's  rainbow- tinted  banner, 
Hang  lightly  o'er  the  Susquehanna. 

Whittier. 

PHILADELPHIA. 

In  that  delightful  land  which  is  washed  by  the 

Delaware's  waters, 
Guarding  in  sylvan   shades  the   name   of  Penn 

the  apostle, 
Stands  on  the  banks  of  its  beautiful  stream  the 

city  he  founded. 
There  all  the  air  is  balm  and  the  peach  is  the 

emblem  of  beauty, 
And  the  streets  still  re-echo  the  names  of  the 

trees  of  the  forest, 
As  if  they  fain  would  appease  the  Dryads  whose 

haunts  they  molested. 

Longfellow. 


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THE    SOUTH. 

Fall,  thickly  fall,   thou  winter  snow  ! 

And  keenly  blow,   thou  winter  wind  ! 
Only  the  barren  North  is  yours, 

The  South  delights  a  Summer  mind  ; 
So  fall  and  blow, 
Both  wind  and  snow, 
My  Fancy  to  the  South  doth  go. 

Half-way  between  the  frozen  zones, 
Where  Winter  reigns  in  solemn  mirth, 

The  Summer  binds  a  golden  belt 
About  the  middle  of  the  Earth. 

The  sky  is  soft,  and  blue,  and  bright, 

With  purple  dyes  at  morn  and  night; 

And  bright  and  blue  the  seas  which  lie 
In  perfect  rest,  and  glass  the  sky. 

The  spicy  \voods  are  full  of  birds, 

And  golden  fruits  and  crimson  flowers  ; 

With  wreathed  vines  on  every  bough, 

That  shed  their  grapes  in  purple  showers. 


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The  emerald  meadows  roll  their  waves, 
And  bask  in  soft  and  mellow  light ; 

The  vales  are  full  of  silver  mist, 
And  all  the  folded  hills  are  bright. 

A'.  H.  Stoddard. 


TO    THE    WEST. 

Land  of  the  west !  beneath  the  Heaven 

There's  not  a  fairer,  lovelier  clime; 
Nor  one  to  which  was  ever  given 

A  destiny  more  high,  sublime. 
From  Alleghany's  base,  to  where 

Our  western  Andes  prop  the  sky  — 
The  home  of  Freedom's  hearts  is  there, 

And  o'er  it  Freedom's  eagles  fly. 

W,  D.   Gallagher. 


THE    PICTURED    ROCKS. 

A  scene 

Rose  lovelier  than  in  dreams  hath  been, 
Where  many  a  mile,  from  wave  to  skies, 
Sublime  the  Pictured  Rocks  arise, 


24   ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS. 

And  gain  from  years  of  sun  and  storms  ' 
But  added  glories,  brighter  forms. 
While  on  their  surface,  smooth  or  rent, 
In  thousand  shapes  were  brightly  blent 
The  thousand  hues  of  earth  and  air, 
Through  varied  pictures,  rich  and  rare, 
Structure  and  landscape,  flame  and  smoke 
As  painted  by  the  pencil's  stroke, 
And  forms  which  Fancy  draws  at  will 
With  all  her  fair,  capricious  skill. 


MINNESOTA. 

(The   Water  Shed.) 

Behold  the  rocky  wall 

That  down  its  sloping  sides 
Pours    the   swift   rain-drops,    blending,  as   they 
fall, 

In  rushing  river-tides  ! 

Yon  stream,  whose  sources  run 

Turned  by  a  pebble's  edge, 
Is  Athabasca,  rolling  towards  the  sun 

Through  the  cleft  mountain  ledge. 


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The  slender  rill  had  strayed, 

But  for  the  slanting  stone, 
To  evening's  ocean,  with  the  tangled  braid 

Of  foam-flecked  Oregon. 

Holmes. 

MISSISSIPPI    RIVER. 

Come  forth  to  sunlight  and  the  air, 
To  hear  the  birds  their  warblings  make, 
By  lone  Itaska's  lovely  lake, 
Whence,  bosomed  in  the  woody  earth, 
The  Father  of  Waters  hath  his  birth. 

where  the  Father  of  Waters 

Seizes   the   hills  in  his  hands   and   drags   them 
down  to  the  ocean. 

Longfellow. 

A    RIVER    IN    MAMMOTH    CAVE. 

Darkly  thou  glidest  onward, 

Thou  deep  and  hidden  wave  ! 
The  laughing  sunshine  hath  not  look'd 

Into  thy  secret  cave. 


OF  THB 

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26      ROUND    THK   WORLD    WITH    THE}    POETS. 

Thy  current  makes  no  music  — 

A  hollow  sound  we  hear; 
A  muffled  voice  of  mystery, 

And  know  that  thou  art  near. 


COLORADO    CANON. 

Down  in  a  canon  so  cleft  asunder 

By  sabre-stroke  in  the  young  world's  prime, 

It  looks  as  if  broken  by  bolts  of  thunder, 
Riven  and  driven  by  turbulent  time. 

Joaqnin  Miller. 

MEXICO. 

(From  "A  White  Umbrella  in  Mexico"} 

It  was  more  than  enough  to  revel  in  an  Italian 
sun  lighting  up  a  semi-tropical  land  ;  to  look  up 
to  white-capped  peaks  towering  into  the  blue  ;  to 
look  down  upon  wind-swept  plains  encircled 
by  ragged  chains  of  mountains  ;  to  catch  the 
sparkle  of  miniature  cities  jeweled  here  and  there 
in  oases  of  olive  and  orange ;  and  to  realize  that 
to-day,  in  its  varied  scenery,  costumes,  architect- 
ure, street  life,  canals  crowded  with  flower-laden 


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boats,  market  plazas  thronged  with  gayly  dressed 
natives,  faded  church  interiors,  and  abandoned 
convents,  Mexico  is  the  most  marvellously  pict- 
uresque country  under  the  sun.  A  tropical 
Venice !  a  semi-barbarous  Spain !  a  new  Holy 
Land. 

F.  Hop  kins  on  Smith. 


GULF    STREAM. 

Great  Gulf!     Thy  mighty  waters  be 
A  marvel  and  a  mystery 
From  eldest  time  ;  whose  billows,  tost 
A  thousand  miles  from  coast  to  coast, 
Forth  from  thy  bosom,  send  a  tide, 
A  thousand  leagues  the  waves  to  ride. 


ICEBERGS. 

Parting  their  arctic  anchors, 
The  bergs  came  drifting  by, 

A  fearful  fleet  for  a  ship  to  meet 
Under  the  midnight  sky  ; 


28   ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS. 

Their  keels  are  fathoms  under, 
Their  prows  are  sharp  as  steel, 

Their  stroke,  the  crash  of  thunder,  — 
All  silently  on  they  steal. 

Me  Gee. 


SEAWEED. 

When  descends  on  the  Atlantic 

The  gigantic 

Storm-wind  of  the  equinox, 
Landward  in  his  wrath  he  scourges 

The  toiling  surges, 
Laden  with  seaweed  from  the  rocks  : 


From  Bermuda's  reefs  ;  from  edges 

Of  sunken  ledges, 
In  some  far-off,  bright  Azore  ; 
From  Bahama,  and  the  dashing, 

Silver  flashing 
Surges  of  San  Salvador ; 


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From  the  tumbling  surf,  that  buries 

The  Orkneyaii  skerries, 
Answering  the  hoarse  Hebrides  ; 
And  from  wrecks  of  ships,  and  drifting 

Spars,  uplifting 
On  the  desolate  rainy  seas. 

Ever  drifting,  drifting,  drifting 

On  the  shifting 
Currents  of  the  restless  main ; 
Till  in  sheltered  coves,  and  reaches 

Of  sandy  beaches, 
All  have  found  repose  again. 

Longfellow. 


BERMUDAS. 

For    the    kind   Spring    (which    but    salutes    us 

here) 

Inhabits  these,  and  courts  them  all  the  year : 
Ripe    fruits    and    blossoms    on    the    same    trees 

live  ; 
At  once  they  promise  and  at  once  they  give. 

Waller, 


30   ROUND  THK  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS. 

Where  the  remote  Bermudas  ride 
In  Ocean's  bosom  unespied. 


A.  Marvel. 


THE    NORTHERN    SEAS. 

Up  !  up  !  let  us  a  voyage  take  ; 

Why  sit  we  here  at  ease? 
Find  us  a  vessel  tight  and  snug, 

Bound  for  the  Northern  Seas. 

I  long  to  see  the  Northern  Lights, 
With  their  rushing  splendors  fly, 

Like  living  things,  with  flaming  wings, 
Wide  o'er  the  wondrous  sky. 

I  long  to  see  those  icebergs  vast, 
With  heads  all  crowned  with  snow  ; 

Whose  green  roots  sleep  in  the  awful  deep 
Two  hundred  fathoms  low. 

I  long  to  hear  the  thundering  crash 
Of  their  terrific  fall  ; 


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And  the  echoes  from  a  thousand  cliffs, 
lonely  voices  call. 


There  shall  we  see  the  fierce  white  bear, 

The  sleepy  seals  aground  ; 
And  the  spouting  whales  that  to  and  fro 

Sail  with  a  dreary  sound. 

And  while  the  unsetting  sun  shines  on 
Through  the  still  heaven's  deep  blue, 

We'll  traverse  the  azure  waves,  the  herds 
Of  the  dread  sea-horse  to  view. 


We  '11  pass  the  shores  of  solemn  pine, 
Where  wolves  and  black  bears  prowl, 

And  away  to  the  rocky  isles  of  mist, 
To  rouse  the  Northern  fowl. 

And  there  in  the  wastes  of  the  silent  sky, 

With  the. silent  earth  below, 
We  shall  see  far  off  to  his  lonely  rock 

The  lonely  eagle  go. 

William  Hewitt. 


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BIDDING    THE    SUN    "GOOD-NIGHT"    IN 
LAPLAND. 

Come  little  daughters,  hasten, 
Ye  should  be  bravely  dight ! 

Make  ready,  boys !  for  we  go  forth 
To  bid  the  sun  good-night. 


Four  months  with  steady  shining 
He's  made  the  whole  earth  fair, 

And  myriad  blossoms  greeted  him, 
And  bird-songs  filled  the  air. 

But  now  October  waneth, 
His  setting  draweth  near ; 

We  shall  not  see  his  face  again 
For  more  than  half  a  year. 

From  many  a  neighboring  village, 
From  many  a  humble  home, 

To  climb  the  rocky  summit 
The  thronging  people  come. 


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The  sun  hangs  low  in  heaven ; 

He  throws  his  slanting  rays 
Across  their  loving  faces,  turned 

To  meet  his  parting  gaze. 


And  now  he's  gone!     The  darkness 

Is  setting  like  a  pall. 
A  long  low  dirge  of  sad  farewell 

Breaks  from  the  lips  of  all. 


In  mournful  cadence  chanting 

The  requiem  of  the  sun, 
The  dear,  bright  day  departed  now, 

The  long,  long  night  begun. 


And  yet  with  cheerful  patience 
They  take  their  homeward  way, 

The  elders  talking  how  the  time 
May  best  be  whiled  away. 

Joy  Allison. 


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ICELAND. 

Land  of  volcano  and  of  fire, 
Of  icy  mountains,  deserts  hoar, 

Of  roaring  floods,  and  earthquakes  dire, 
And  legendary  lore  ! 


The  polar  billows  round  thee  foam 

O  Iceland  !  long  the  Norseman's  home. 


SCOTLAND. 

Land  of  the  green  wood  by  the  silver  rill, 
The  heather  and  the  daisy  of  the  hill, 
The  guardian  thistle  to  the  foeman  stern, 
The  wild  rose,  hawthorn,  and  the  lady-fern  ; 


Land  of  the  lark,  that  like  a  seraph  sings, 
Beyond  the  rainbow,  upon  quivering  wings  ; 
Land  of  wild  beauty  and  romantic  shapes, 
Of  sheltered  valleys  and  of  stormy  capes  ; 


OF  THK 

UNIVERSITY 


ROUND  THE   WORLD   WITH   THE   POETS.         35 

Of  the  bright  garden  and  the  tangled  brake, 
Of  the  dark  mountain  and  the  sun-lit  lake  ; 
Land  of  my  birth,  and  of  my  .father's  grave, 
The  eagle's  home,  the  eyrie  of  the  brave. 

James  Gray. 

MY    HEART'S    IN    THE    HIGHLANDS. 

My  heart's  in  the  Highlands,  my  heart  is  not 

here ; 
My    heart's    in    the    Highlands    a-chasing    the 

deer; 

Chasing  the  wild  deer,  and  following  the  roe  — 
My  heart's  in  the  Highlands  wherever  I  go. 
Farewell    to    the     Highlands,    farewell    to    the 

North, 

The  birthplace  of  valor,  the  country  of  worth  ; 
Wherever  I  wrander,  wherever  I  rove, 
The  hills  of  the  Highlands  forever  I  love. 
Farewell   to  the   mountains   high   covered  with 

snow ; 

Farewell  to  the  straths  and  green  valley  below  ; 
Farewell  to  the  forests  and  wild  hanging  woods ; 
Farewell  to  the  torrents  and  loud  pouring  floods 

Robert  Burns. 


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ENGLAND. 

Green  fields  of  England  !  whereso'er 
Across  this  watery  waste  we  fare, 
Your  image  at  our  hearts  we  bear 
Green  fields  of  England  everywhere. 

Arthur  Hugh   C lough. 


THE    THAMES. 

Then  commerce  brought  into  the  public  walk 
The  busy  merchant  ;  the  big  warehouse  built ; 
Raised  the  strong  crane  ;  choked  up  the  loaded 

street 

With  foreign  plenty ;  and  thy  stream,  O  Thames, 
Large,  gentle,  deep,  majestic,  king  of  floods  ! 
Chose  for  his  grand  resort. 

James   Thomson. 


The  Avon  to  the  Severn  runs, 
The  Severn  to  the  sea,  - 


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HOLLAND. 

To  men  of  other  minds  my  fancy  flies, 
Imbosomed  in  the  deep  where  Holland  lies, 
Methinks  her  patient  sons  before  me  stand, 
Where  the  broad  ocean  leans  agains  the  land, 
And,  sedulous  to  stop  the  coming  tide, 
Lift  the  tall  rampire's  artificial  pride. 

Goldsmith. 

A  land  that  rides  at  anchor  and  is  moored, 
In  which  they  do  not  live  but  go  aboard. 

Samuel  Butlet. 
RUSSIA. 

Her  head  in  arctic  winters,  she  looks  round, 
Westward   and  eastward   from   the  wild   White 

Cape, 
Across  Siberian  wastes  to  Behring  Strait. 

TO    MOSCOW. 

Across  the  steppe  we  journeyed, 

The  brown,  fir-darkened  plain 
That  rolls  to  east  and  rolls  to  west, 

Broad  as  the  billowy  main, 


38      ROUND    THE   WORIvD   WITH    THE    POETS. 

When  lo  !  a  sudden  splendor 

Came  shimmering  through  the  air, 
As  if  the  clouds  should  melt  and  leave 

The  heights  of  heaven  bare,  — 
A  maze  of  rainbow  domes  and  spires 

Full  glorious  on  the  sky, 
With  wafted  chimes  from  many  a  tower 

As  the  south- wind  went  by, 
And  a  thousand  crosses  lightly  hung 

That  shone  like  morning  stars,— 
'Twas  the  Kremlin  wall!  'twas  Moscow,— 

The  jewel  of  the  Czars ! 

Edna  Dean  Proctor. 

NORWAY. 

Winter  has  its  icy  crown 

Pressed  round  Norway's  temples  hoary; 
Midnight's  sun  has  showered  down 

On  her  head  its  glory. 

Time's  swift  waves  their  power  broke 
'  Gainst  her  ancient  rocks  and  boulders ; 

And  the  sea  its  misty  cloak 
Flung  around  her  shoulders. 

H.  H.  Boyesen. 


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THE    RHINE. 

How  many  spacious  countries  does  the  Rhine, 
In  winding  banks,  and  mazes  serpentine, 
Traverse,  before  he  splits  on  Belgia's  plain, 
And,  lost  in  sand,  creeps  to  the  German  main? 

Sir  Richard  Blackmore. 


"It  is  the  Rhine  !  our  mountain  vineyards  lav- 
ing; 

I  see  the  bright  flood  shine, 
Sing  on  the    march,  with  every  banner  wav- 
ing— 
Sing,  brothers,   'tis  the  Rhine!" 


TO    THE    RIVER    RHONE. 

Thou  Royal  River,  born  of  sun  and  shower 
In  chambers  purple  with  the  Alpine  glow, 
Wrapped  in  the  spotless  ermine  of  the  snow 

And  rocked   by   tempests  !  —  at   the   appointed 
hour 


40   ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS. 

Forth,  like  a  steel-clad  horseman  from  a  tower, 
With  clang  and  clink  of  harness  dost  thou  go 
To  meet  thy  vassal  torrents,  that  below 
Rush  to  receive  thee  and  obey  thy  power. 

And  now  thou  mo  vest  in  triumphal  march, 
A  king  among  the  rivers  !  On  thy  way 
A  hundred  towns  await  and  welcome  thee ; 

Bridges  uplift  for  thee  the  stately  arch, 
Vineyards  encircle  thee  with  garlands  gay, 
And  fleets  attend  thy  progress  to  the  sea  ! 

Longfellow 
SWITZERLAND. 

(Selection  from  the  "  Guests  of  the  Nation.''') 

But   who   is   she   comes  with  her,   with  such  a 

mountain  air 
And  singing  on  her  way, 
A  simple  spray    of  edelweiss   in   her   abundant 

hair, 
A   cold   light   in   her   bright,    blue   eyes,   like 

that  of  winter  day, 
Steady    but    sparkling    like    her    lakes    which 

Heaven  stoops  down  to  see, 
And  sees  itself  so  clearer  ?    Who  may  the  maiden 

be? 


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No  maiden,  but  a  matron,  mother  of  sturdy  men, 
Whose  lion  spirits  Nature  with  independence 

fills 
Walled   in  with  kingdoms,   empires,   and  the 

everlasting  hills. 

A>.  //  Stoddard. 

SWISS    SONG. 

I  love  St.  Gothard's  head  of  snows, 

That  shoots  into  the  sky, 
Where,  yet  unform'd,  in  grim  repose 

Ten  thousand  avalanches  lie. 

I  love  Lucerne's  transparent  lake, 

And  Jura's  hills  of  pride, 
Whence  infant  rivers,  gushing,  break 

With  small  and  scanty  tide. 

And  thou,  Mont  Blanc  !  thou  mighty  pile 

Of  crags  and  ice  and  snow ; 
The  Gallic  foes  in  wonder  smile 

That  we  should  love  thee  so  ! 

Tennyson. 


42      ROUND    THE    WORLD    WITH    THE    POETS. 


JUNGFRAU. 

A  wild  of  waters  lies  between 
Me  and  a  picture  I  have  seen. 
It  was  amid  the  icy  flow 
Of  rivers  from  the  Alpine  snow,  - 

An  upland  field  of  verdant  ground, 
Where  the  far  echoes  round  and  round 
Of  Alpine  horns  rang  musical, 
Swelled  by  the  roaring  waterfall. 


There  late  and  weary  of  the  way  — 
Ne'er  will  my  heart  forget  the  day  ; 
The  mist  ran  low,  and  islanded 
On  high,  I  saw  the  Jungfrau's  head. 

There  standing,  all  at  once  a  sound 
Came  to  me  from  the  deep  profound 
That  left  the  noise  of  waterfalls 
From  inaccessible  high  walls. 


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It  was  an  avalanche  unseen, 
That,  issuing  two  high  crags  between, 
Flowed  thundering  down  the  mountain  steep 
Into  a  chasm  wide  and  deep. 

/.  //.  Morse. 


The  clouds  are  on  the  Oberland, 

The  Jungfrau  snows  look  faint  and  far; 

But  bright  are  those  green  fields  at  hand, 
And  through  those  fields  comes  down  the  Aar. 

Matthew  Arnold. 


THE    ALPS. 

Peaks  after  peaks  in  marvellous  glory  rise, 
With  crests  of  snow  against  the  deep  blue  skies  ; 
All  silent  stand,  sav£  when  the  storm  awakes, 
And    down    their    flanks    the    thundering    ava- 
lanche breaks  ; 

All  silent  stand  ;  the  guardians  of  the  scene, 
In  voiceless  might,  in  majesty  serene. 


44       ROUND   THE   WORIvD   WITH   THE}   POETS. 
THE    MOUNTAIN    BOY. 

(From  the  Gertnaii  ) 

A  herd-boy  on  the  mountain's  brow, 
I  see  the  castles  all  below; 
The  sunbeam  here  is  earliest  cast, 
And  by  my  side  it  lingers  last  — 
I  am  the  boy  of  the  mountain  ! 

The  mother-house  of  streams  is  here  — 
I  drink  them  in  their  cradles  clear  ; 
From  out  the  rock  they  foam  below, 
I  spring  to  catch  them  as  the}7  go  ! 
I  am  the  boy  of  the  mountain  ! 

Below  me  clouds  and  thunders  move  ; 
I  stand  amid  the  blue  above. 
I  shout  to  them  with  fearless  breast : 
"  Go  leave  my  father's  house  in  rest !  " 
I  am  the  boy  of  the  mountain  ! 

Bayard  Taylor. 

.....   Far  along 
From  peak  to  peak  the  rattling  crags  among 


ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS.   45 

Leaps  the  live  thunder.    Not  from  one  lone  cloud, 
But  every  mountain  now  hath  found  a  tongue, 
And  Jura  answers,  through  her  misty  shroud, 
Back  to  the  joyous  Alps,  who  call  to  her  aloud ! 

Byron. 

SONG    OF    THE    ALPS. 

I  sit  aloft  on  my  thunder  throne, 

And  my  voice  of  dread  the  nations  own 

As  I  speak  in  storm  below  ! 
The  valleys  quake  with  a  breathless  fear, 
When  I  hurl  in  wrath  my  icy  spear 

And  shake  my  locks  of  snow  ! 
When  the  avalanche  forth  like  a  tiger  leaps 

How  the  vassal  mountains  quiver  ! 
And    the    storm    that   sweeps    through  the  airy 
deeps 

Makes  the  hoary  pine-wood  shiver  ! 
Above  them  all,  in  a  brighter  air, 
I  lift  my  forehead  proud  and  bare. 
The  winds  imprisoned  around  me  blow, 
And  terrible  tempests  whirl  the  snow  ; 
Rocks  from  their  caverned  beds  are  torn, 
And  the  blasted  forest  to  heaven  is  borne ; 


46   ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS. 

High  through  the  din  of  the  stormy  band, 
Like  misty  giants  the  mountains  stand. 
And  their  thunder-revel  o'er  sounds  the  woe, 
That  cries  from  the  desolate  vales  below  ! 
I  part  the  clouds  with  my  lifted  crown, 
Till  the  sun-ray  slants  on  the  glaciers  down, 
And  trembling  men,  in  the  valleys  pale, 
Rejoice  at  the  gleam  of  my  icy  mail ! 

Bayard  Taylor. 

We  've  sailed  through  banks  of  green, 

Where  the  wild  waves  fret  and  quiver  ; 
And  we've  down  the  Danube  been  — 

The  dark,  deep,   thundering  river  ! 
We've  thridded  the  Elbe  and  Rhone, 

The  Tiber  and  blood -dyed  Seine, 
And  we  've  been  where  the  blue  Garonne 

Goes  laughing  to  meet  the  main  ! 

Barry  Cornwall. 
ITALY. 

Iii  the  fair  land  o'erwatched  by  Ischia's  moun- 
tains, 
Across  the  charmed  bay 


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Whose    blue    waves    keep    with    Capri's    silver 

fountains 
Perpetual  holiday. 

Whittier. 

DRIFTING. 

My  soul  to  day 

Is  far  away 
Sailing  the  Vesuvian  Bay ; 

My  winged  boat, 

A  bird  afloat, 
Swims  round  the  purple  peaks  remote. 

Far,  vague,  and  dim, 

The  mountains  swim  ; 
While  on  Vesuvius'  misty  brim, 

With  outstretched  hands, 

The  gray  smoke  stands 
Overlooking  the  volcanic  lands. 

Here  Ischia  smiles 
O'er  liquid  miles  ; 
And  yonder,  bluest  of  the  isles, 


48   ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS. 

Calm  Capri  waits, 
Her  sapphire  gates 
Beguiling  to  her  bright  estates. 


Yon  deep  bark  goes 

Where  Traffic  blows, 
From  lands  of  sun  to  lands  of  snow  ; 

This  happier  one 

Its  course  is  run 
From  lands  of  snow  to  lands  of  sun. 

T  B.  Read. 
VENICE. 

White  swan  of  cities,  slumbering  in  thy  nest 
So  wonderfully  built  among  the  reeds 
Of  the  lagoon, 

White  phantom  city,  whose  untrodden  streets 
Are  rivers,  and  whose  pavements  are  the  shift- 
ing 
Shadows  of  palaces  and  strips  of  sky ;.,... 

Longfellow. 


HK 

TJNIVERSn 


ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS.   49 


GREECE. 

The  isles  of  Greece,  the  isles  of  Greece  ! 

Where  burning  Sappho  loved  and  sung,  — 
Where  grew  the  arts  of  war  and  peace,  - 
Where  Delos  rose  and  Phoebus  sprung! 
Eternal  summer  gilds  them  yet, 
But  all,  except  their  sun,  is  set. 

Byron.  .. 

Far  in  the  east 

The   ^Egean   twinkles,    and    its   thousand    isles 
hover  in  mist. 

/,   G.  Percival. 

Lands,  intersected  by  a  narrow  firth, 
Abhor  each  other.     Mountains  interposed 
Make  enemies  of  nations,  which  had  else, 
Like  kindred  drops,  been  mingled  into  one. 

Cowper. 
* 

AFRICA. 

Where  the  stupendous  Mountains  of  the  Moon 
Cast  their  broad  shadows  o'er  the  realms  of  noon 


50      ROUND    THE    WORI^D    WITH    THE   POETS. 

From  rude  Caffraria,  where  the  giraffes  browse 
With  stately  heads  among  the  forest  boughs, 
To  Atlas,  where  Numidian  lions  glow 
With  torrid  fire  beneath  eternal  snow  ; 
From  Nubian  hills,  that  see  the  dawning  day, 
To  Guinea's  coast,  where  evening  fades  away  ; 
Regions  immense,   unsearchable,  unknown  ; 
Bask  in  the  splendor  of  the  solar  zone,  — 
A  world  of  wonders,  where  creation  seems 
No  more  the  work  of  Nature,  but  her  dreams. 

James  Montgomery. 


SYRIA. 

Now  upon  Syria's  land  of  roses 
Softly  the  light  of  eve  reposes, 
And,  like  a  glory,   the  broad  sun 
Hangs  over  sainted  Lebanon  ; 

Whose  head  in  wintry  grandeur  towers, 
And  whitens  with  eternal  sleet, 

While  Summer,  in  a  vale  of  flowers, 
Is  sleeping  rosy  at  his  feet. 


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And  then,  the  mingling  sounds  that  come, 
Of  shepherd's  ancient  reed,  with  hum 

Of  the  wild  bees  of  Palestine, 
Banqueting  through  the  flowery  vales  ;  — 

And,  Jordan,  those  sweet  banks  of  thine, 
And  woods,  so  full  of  nightingales  ! 

MOQTt. 

EGYPT. 

Still  through  Egypt's  desert  places 

Flows  the  lordly  Nile, 
From  its  banks  the  great  stone  faces 

Gaze  with  patient  smile  ; 

Still  the  pyramids  imperious 

Pierce  the  cloudless  skies, 
And  the  sphinx  stares  with  mysterious, 

Solemn,  stony  eyes. 


The  mighty  pyramids  of  stone 

ThaJ.  wedge-like  cleave  the  desert  airs, 

When  nearer  seen,  and  better  known, 
Are  but  gigantic  flights  of  stairs. 

Longfellow. 


52       ROUND    THE    WORLD   WITH    THE    POETS. 
ARABIA. 

O'er  Arabia's  desert  sands 

The  patient  camel  walks, 
'  Mid  lonely  caves  and  rocky  lands 

The  fell  hyena  stalks. 
On  her  cool  and  shady  hills 

Coffee-shrubs  and  tam'rinds  grow, 
Headlong  fall  the  welcome  rills 

Down  the  fruitless  dells  below. 

The  fragrant  myrrh  and  healing  balm 

Perfume  the  passing  gale ; 
Thick  hung  with  dates  the  spreading  palm 

Tow'rs  o'er  the  peopled  vale. 
Locusts  oft,  a  living  cloud, 

Hover  in  the  darkened  air, 
Like  a  torrent  dashing  loud, 

Bringing  famine  and  despair 

A  i  kin. 

Faint  and  athirst  in  arid  wastes  astray, 
Wandered  an  Arab,  parted  from  his  band, 


ROUND    THK   WORLD    WITH    THE    POETS.       53 

Who  reached  an  herbless  spot  at  close  of  day, 
Where  cooling  moisture  rose  amid  the  sand. 

Though  weak  and  weary,  to  his  armpits  deep 
The  pilgrim  scooped  the  sand  that  wetter  grew; 

Then,  hopeful,  laid  him  down  to  rest  and  sleep, 
And  round  his  aching  limbs  his  mantle  drew. 

At  early  morn,  with  trembling  form  he  rose, 

And  lo!  the  basin  he  at  twilight  made 
Mirrored  the  sun  !  and  strengthened  by  repose 
He   quaffed   the   fountain,    and    his   thirst  al- 
layed. 
"  Allah    be   praised!"  he   cried,  with  bounding 

heart 

And  from  his  scanty  store  of  dates  he  ate ; 
Both   man   and    beast,  with    strength    renewed, 

depart, 

And    reach    their   tribe  where   shifting   sands 
abate. 

George  Bancroft  Griffith. 

AUSTRALIA. 

There  is  a  land  where  Summer  skies 
Are  gleaming  with  a  thousand  dyes, 


54      ROUND   THE   WORLD   WITH    THE    POETS. 

.Blending  in  witching  harmonies  ; 
And  grassy  knoll  and  forest  height 
Are  flushing  in  the  rosy  light, 
And  all  above  is  azure  bright,  — 

Australia ! 

THE    PALM-TREE. 

Is  it  the  palm,   the  cocoa-palm, 

On  the  Indian  sea  by  the  Isles  of  balm  ? 

Or  is  it  a  ship  in  the  breezeless  calm? 

A  ship  whose  keel  is  of  palm  beneath, 
Whose  ribs  of  palm  have  a  palm-bark  sheath, 
And  a  rudder  of  palm  it  steereth  with. 

Branches  of  palm  are  its  spars  and  rails, 
Fibres  of  palm  are  its  woven  sails, 
And  the  rope  is  of  palm  that  idly  trails. 

What  does  the  good  ship  bear  so  wrell  ? 
The  cocoa-nut  with  its  stony  shell, 
And  the  milky  sap  of  its  inner  cell. 


ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS.   55 

What  are  its  jars,  so  smooth  and  fine, 

But  hollowed  tints,  filled  with  oil  and  wine, 

And  the  cabbage  that  ripens  under  the  Line? 

The  master  he  sits  on  a  palm- in  at  soft, 
From  a  beaker  of  palm  his  drink  is  quaffed, 
And  a  palm-thatch  shields  from  the  sun  aloft. 

His  dress  is  woven  of  palmy  strands, 

And  he  holds  a  palm-leaf  scroll  in  his  hands, 

Traced  with  the  Prophet's  wise  commands. 

The  turban  folded  about  his  head 

Was  daintily  wrought  of  the  palm-leaf  braid, 

And  the  fan  that  cools  him  of  palm  was  made. 

Of  threads  of  palm  was  the  carpet  spun 
Whereon  he  kneels  when  the  day  is  done, 
And  the  foreheads  of  Islam  are  bowed  as  one  ! 

To  him  the  palm  is  a  gift  divine, 
Wherein  all  uses  of  man  combine,  — 
House,  and  raiment,   and  food,  and  wine. 


56   ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS. 

4 'Allah  il  Allah!"  he  sings  his  psalm, 
On  the  Indian  sea,  by  the  Isles  of  balm  ; 
"Thanks  to  Allah  who  gives  the  palm!" 

Whittier, 


THE    CORAL    GROVE. 

Deep  in  the  wave  is  a  coral  grove, 
Where  the  purple  mullet  and  gold-fish  rove ; 
Where  the  sea-flower  spreads  its  leaves  of  blue, 
That  never  are  wet  with  the  falling  dew ; 
But  in  bright  and  changeful  beauty  .shine, 
Far  down  in  the  green  and  glassy  brine. 
The  floor  is  of  sand,  like  the  mountain  drift, 

And  the  pearl-shells  spangle  the  flinty-snow ; 
From  coral  rocks  the  sea-plants  lift 

Their  boughs,  where  the  tides  and  billows  flow; 
The  water  is  calm  and  still  below, 

For  the  winds  and  waves  are  absent  there, 
And  the  sands  are  bright  as  the  stars  that  glow 

In  the  motionless  fields  of  upper  air ; 
There,  with  its  waving  blade  of  green, 

The  sea-flag  streams  through  the  silent  water, 


ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS.   57 

And  the  crimson  leaf  of  the  dulse  is  seen 

To  blush  like  a  banner  bathed  in  slaughter  ; 
There  with  a  light  and  easy  motion, 

The  fan-coral  sweeps  through  the  clear  deep  sea  ; 
And  the  yellow  and  scarlet  tufts  of  ocean 

Are  bending  like  corn  on  the  upland  lea : 
And  life  in  rare  and  beautiful  forms 

Is  sporting  amid  those  bowers  of  stone, 
And  is  safe,  when  the  wrathful  spirit  of  storms 

Has  made  the  top  of  the  waves  his  own. 

J.    G.   PercivaL 
BANQUET    TO    THE    CHINESE    EMBASSY. 

(Selected.} 

Builders  of  the  mighty  wall, 
Bid  your  mountain  barriers  fall ! 
So  may  the  girdle  of  the  sun 
Bind  the  East  and  West  in  one, 

Till  Mount  Shasta' s  breezes  fan 
The  snowy  peaks  of  Ta  Siene  Shan  — 
Till  Erie  blends  its  waters  blue 
With  the  waves  of  Tung-Ting-Hu,  — 
Till  deep  Missouri  lends  its  flow7 
To  swell  the  rushing  Hoang-Ho  ! 

Holmes. 


S8      ROUND    THE    WORLD    WITH    THE   POETS. 


CREATION. 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 

With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  Heavens,  a  shining  frame, 

Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

The  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 

Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 

And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 
Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

What,  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball  ; 


ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS.   59 

What,  though  no  real  voice  or  sound 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found, 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
Forever  singing  as  they  shine, 
'kThe  hand  that  made  us  is  Divine." 

Addis  on. 


PART   THREE. 

ILLUSTRATIVE    TOUR. 
TO    THE    TEACHER: 

We  would  suggest  that  the  following  selections  be  care- 
fully learned,  each  in  its  place,  as  the  study  of  countries 
progresses. 

As  arranged,  they  are  designed  to  afford  the  pupils  an 
enjoyable  and  profitable  review.  They  may  also  suggest 
to  the  teacher  a  method  of  combining  and  adapting  other 
selections  to  the  study  of  geography.  Of  course,  a  globe 
or  map  of  the  world  is  indispensable. 

Believing  that  the  true  study  of  any  branch  will  awaken 
an  interest  in  the  pursuit  of  knowledge,  we  would  advise 
that  some  members  of  the  class  be  directed  to  furnish  a 
few  interesting  facts  concerning  the  most  noted  authors. 
This  part  of  the  exercise,  however,  should  not  be  so  intro- 
duced as  to  break  the  continuity  of  the  whole  tour. 


60        ROUND   THE   WORLD    WITH    THE    POETS. 

First  Pupil : 

Shall  we  in  imagination,  through  the  eyes  of  poets, 
catch  glimpses  of  foreign  lands  ? 

While  fancy,  like  the  fingers  of  a  clock, 
Runs  the  great  circuit  and  is  still  at  home. 

Cowper. 
Second  Pupil : 

L,et  others  traverse  sea  and  land, 
And  toil  through  various  climes, 

I  turn  the  world  round  with  my  hand, 
Reading  these  poets'  rhymes. 


From  them  I  learn  whatever  lies 

Beneath  each  changing  zone, 
And  see,  when  looking  with  their  eyes, 

Better  than  with  mine  own. 

Longfellow. 

Third  Pupil : 

Leaving  some  eastern  port  of  the  United  States,  we 
may  embark  in  "The  Steamship"  of  Holmes's  fancy: 

See  how  yon  flaming  herald  treads 
The  ridged  and  rolling  waves. 


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Fourth  Pupil : 

Or  we   may   be   borne   across   the   wild  Atlantic  with 
Southey,  — 

She  comes,  majestic  with  her  swelling  sails, 
The  gallant  bark  ! 

Now  floating  at  their  length  the  streamers  play 
And  now  they  ripple  with  the  ruffling  breeze. 

Fifth  Pupil : 

Sail  on,  ye  stately  ships, 

And  with  your  floating  bridge,  the  ocean  span  ; 
Be  yours  to  bring  man  nearer  unto  man  ! 

Longfellow. 
Sixth  Pupil : 

Where  lies  the  land  to  which  the  ship  would 
go? 

Arthur  Hugh  C lough. 
Seventh  Pupil : 

All  hail,  thou  noble  land, 
Our  Fathers'  native  soil ! 

O  stretch  thy  mighty  hand 

Gigantic  grown  by  toil, 
O'er  the  vast  Atlantic  wave  to  our  shore  ! 

Washington  Allston. 


62       ROUND    THE    WORLD    WITH    THE    POETS. 
Eighth  Pupil : 

In  Liverpool,  the  good  old  town,  we  miss 

The  grand  old  relics  of  a  reverend  past  — 
Cathedrals,  shrines,  that  pilgrims  come  to  kiss. 

Robert  Lcighton. 

Ninth  Pupil : 

And  now  we  hasten  to  the  L/ake  Region  of  the  North 
and  look  down  upon 

THE   ROTHA  RIVER. 

Lovelier  river  there  is  none 
Underneath  an  English  sun  ; 
From  its  source  it  issues  bright 
Upon  hoar  Helvellyn's  height, 
Flowing  where  its  Summer  voice 
Makes  the  mountain  herds  rejoice. 

Southey. 

Tenth  Pupil : 

I   climbed   the   dark   brow  of  the   mighty  Hel- 

vellyn, 
Lakes  and  mountains  gleamed  misty  and  wide ; 


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On  the  right,  Striden-edge  round  the  Red-tarn 

was  bending, 
And  Catchedecam  its  left  verge  was  defending. 

Scott. 
Eleventh  Pupil : 

O  Caledonia  !  stern  and  wild, 

Meet  nurse  for  a  poetic  child  ! 

L,and  of  brown  heath  and  shaggy  wood  ; 

lyand  of  the  mountain  and  the  flood  ! 

Scott. 
Twelfth  Pupil : 

One  burnished  sheet  of  living  gold 
Loch  Katrine  lay  beneath  him  rolled. 
High  on  the  south,  huge  Ben-Venue 
Down  on  the  lake,  in  masses,  threw 
Crags,  knolls  and  mounds  — 
While  on  the  north  through  middle  air, 
Ben- An  heaved  high  his  forehead  bare. 

Scott. 
Thirteenth  Pupil : 

Farewell  to  bonnie  Teviotdale 
And  Cheviot's  mountains  blue. 

Pringle. 


64       ROUND   THE   WORLD   WITH   THE   POETS. 
Fourteenth  Pupil : 

The  stately  homes  of  England 
How  beautiful  they  stand  ! 

Amidst  their  tall  ancestral  trees, 
O'er  all  the  pleasant  land. 

Mrs.  Hemans. 


Fifteenth  Pupil : 

It  is  a  goodly  sight  through  the  clear  air 

From  Hampstead's  heathy  height  to  see  at  once 

England's  vast  capital  in  fair  expanse  — 

Towers,  belfries,  lengthened  streets  — 

Saint  Paul's  high  dome,  amid  the  vassal  band 

Of  neighboring  spires,  a  regal  chieftain  stands  ; 

And  over  hills  of  ridgy  roofs,  appear 

In  kindred  grace,  like  twain  of  sisters  dear, 

The  towers  of  Westminster,  her  Abbey's  pride. 

Joanna  Bail  lie. 


Sixteenth  Pupil : 

Next  comes  those  neighbors  twain, 

Fair,  fickle,  courtly  France,  and  sombre  Spain. 

R.  H.  Stoddard. 


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Seventeenth  Pupil : 

I  love  that  deep  dark  river, 
The  swiftly  flowing  Rhine ; 

I  love  it  for  its  legends, 
I  love  it  for  its  wine. 


I  love  it  for  its  forests 

Of  firs  and  silver  pines, 
Its  mountains  crowned  with  ruins, 

Its  richly  laden  vines. 

George  Browning. 


Eighteenth  Pupil : 

Bayard  Taylor  relates,  in  his  famous  book,  "Views 
Afoot,"  that  the  streets  of  Cologne  are  very  dirty.  The 
fact  is  also  well  expressed  in  rhyme,  — 

The  River  Rhine,  it  is  well  known, 
Doth  wash  your  city  of  Cologne  ; 
But  tell  me,  nymphs  !  what  power  divine 
Shall  henceforth  wash  the  River  Rhine? 

Coleridge. 


66    ROUND  THE:  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS. 

Nineteenth  Pupil : 

Let  us  hasten   on  to  Switzerland  and  view  majestic 
mountains,  rushing  rivers,  and  fair  lakes. 

Girt  round  with  rugged  mountains, 
The  fair  Lake  Constance  lies, 

In  her  blue  heart  reflected 
Shine  back  the  starry  skies. 

Adelaide  A.  Procter. 
Twentieth  Pupil : 

On  Alpine  heights  the  love  of  God  is  shed  ; 
He  paints  the  morning  red, 
The  flowerets  white  and  blue, 
And  feeds  them  with  his  dew. 

ALL. 
On  Alpine  heights  a  loving  Father  dwells. 

Twenty-first  Pupil : 

Down  Alpine  heights  the  silvery  streamlets  flow ; 
There  the  bold  chamois  go  ; 
On  giddy  crags  they  stand 
And  drink  from  his  own  hand. 

ALL. 
On  Alpine  heights  a  loving  Father  dwells. 

Translated  from  the  German  by  C.   T.  Brooks. 


OF   I 

UNIVERSITY 


ROUND   THE:   WORIvD   WITH   THE   POETS.       67 
Twenty-second  Pupil  : 

Mount  Blanc  is  the  monarch  of  mountains, 

They  crowned  him  long  ago 
On  a  throne  of  rocks,  in  a  robe  of  clouds, 

With  a  diadem  of  snow. 

Byron. 
Twenty-third  Pupil  : 

Leaving  the  land  of  the  Alps  we  journey  through  Italy, 
and  our  first  thought  is  of  Rome,  — 

She  sits  among  the  eternal  hills, 

Their  crown  thrice  glorious  and  dear, 
Her  voice  is  as  a  thousand  tongues 

Of  silver  fountains,  gurgling  clear  ; 
She  rules  the  age  by  Beauty's  power, 
As  once  she  ruled  by  armed  might. 
Awe  strikes  the  traveller  when  he  sees 

The  vision  of  her  distant  dome, 
And  a  strange  spasm  wrings  his  heart 

As  the  guide  whispers,  "  There  is  Rome  !  M 

Twenty-fourth  Pupil: 

There  is  a  glorious  city  in  the  sea. 
The  sea  is  in  the  broad,  the  narrow  streets, 
Ebbing  and  flowing,  and  the  salt  sea-weed 
Clings  to  the  marble  of  her  palaces. 


68       ROUND    THE   WORI.D    WITH    THK    POETS. 

No  track  of  men,  no  footsteps  to  and  fro, 

Lead  to  her  gates.     The  path  lies  o'er  the  sea, 

Invisible  :  and  from  the  land  we  went 

As  to  a  floating  city,  steering  in 

And  gliding  up  her  streets  as  in  a  dream, 

So  smoothly,  silently. 

Samuel  Rogers. 

Twenty-fifth  Pupil . 

GREECE. 

Land  of  bards  and  heroes,  hail ! 

Land  of  gods  and  god-like  men. 
Thine  were  hearts  that  could  not  quail,  — 

Earth  was  glorious  then  ; 
Thine  were  souls  that  dared  be  free  ; 
Power,  and  fame,  and  liberty. 

/   G.  PercivaL 
Twenty-sixth  Pupil : 

Hail  Egypt  !  land  of  ancient  pomp  and  pride, 
Where  Beauty  walks  by  hoary  Ruin's  side ; 
Where  Plenty  reigns,  and  still  the  seasons  smile, 
And  rolls  —  rich  gift  of  God  !  —  exhaustless  Nile. 
Land  of  the  pyramid  and  temple  lone  ! 

Nicholas  MichelL 


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Twenty-seventh  Pupil : 

Mysterious  flood  —  that  through  the  silent  sands 
Hast  wandered  century  on  century, 

Watering  the  length  of  green  Egyptian  lands, 
Which  were  not  but  for  thee,  - 


Thou  givest  blessings  as  a  god  might  give, 
Whose  being  is  his  bounty  :  from  the  slime 

Shaken  from  off  thy  skirts  the  nations  live, 
Through  all  the  years  of  Time. 

Bayard  Taylor 
Twenty-eighth  Pupil : 

Ye  zones  so  strange  and  wondrous ! 

Thy  forests  dark,  and  deserts 

Are  present  to  my  view  ; 
Thy  feathery  palms  are  mirrored 

In  lakes  of  deepest  blue  ; 
The  wild  beasts'  roar  is  sounding 

From  cleft  and  cavern  black, 
With  heavy  bales  and  costly 

The  Arab  loads  his  camel's  back. 


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Twenty-ninth  Pupil : 

There,  too,  the  curly  negro 

Gold  dust  in  rivers  seeks, 
And  there  Mount  Atlas  gravely 

Rears  heaven-supporting  peaks. 

A   Translation. 
Thirtieth  Pupil : 

All  around 

To  the  bound 

Of  the  vast  horizon's  round 

All  sand,  sand,  sand. 
On  my  camel's  hump  I  ride, 
As  he  sways  from  side  to  side 
With  an  awkward  step  of  pride, 

And  his   shaggy  head   uplifted,    and  his  eye 

so  long  and  bland, 
Not  a  sound 
All  around, 
Save  the  padded  beat  and  bound 

Of  the  feet  of  the  camel  on  the  sand, 

O'er   the  yellow  thirsty  desert,   so   desolately 
grand. 

W.    W.  Story. 


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Thirty-first  Pupil : 

Dim  longings  draw  me  on  and  point  my  path 
To  Eastern  sands,  to  Shem's  deserted  shore, 
The  cradle  of  the  world. 

Alphonse  dc  Lamartint. 

Thirty-second  Pupil : 

See  how  from  far  upon  the  eastern  road, 
The  star-led  wizards  haste  with  odors  sweet. 


But  peaceful  was  the  night 
Wherein  the  Prince  of  Light 

His  reign  of  peace  upon  the  earth  began. 

Milton. 
Thirty-third  Pupil : 

When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still, 

And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill, 

When  Bethlehem's  shepherds,  thro'  the  night, 

Watched  o'er  their  flocks  by  starry  light. 

Campbell. 
Thirty-fourth  Pupil : 

Persia  !  time-honored  land  !  who  looks  on  thee, 
A  desert  yet  a  Paradise  will  see  ; 


72       ROUND   THK   WORI^D   WITH   THK   POKTS. 

Vast  chains  of  hills  where  not  a  shrub  appears, 
Wastes  where  110  dews  distil  their  diamond- tears. 

Anon 

Pomegranates  hang  their  rich  fruit  in  the  sun  ; 
Grapes  turn  to  purple  many  a  rock's  tall  brow, 
And  globes  of  gold  adorn  the  citron's  bough. 

Nicholas  MichelL 
Thirty-fifth  Pupil : 

Vast  are  the  shores  of  India's  wealthful  soil ; 
Here  down  the  wastes  of  Taurus  rocky  side 
Two  infant  rivers  pour  the  crystal  tide, 

Indus  the  one,  and  one  the  Ganges  named ; 

Between  these  streams  fair  smiling  to  the  day, 
The  Indian  lands  their  wide  domain  display, 
And  many  a  league  far  to  the  south  they  bend 
From  the  broad  region  where  the  rivers  end, 
Till  where  the  shores  to  Ceylon's  isle  oppose, 
In  conic  form  the  Indian  regions  close. 

Thirty-sixth  Pupil : 

What  shall  we  call 

This  Curious  One  who  builded  a  great  wall, 


ROUND   THE   WORLD   WITH   THE   POETS.        73 

That  rivers  crossing,  skirting  mountain  steeps, 
Did  not  keep  out  but  let  in  the  invader? 
With  twinkling  almond  eyes  and  little  feet, 
She  tottered  hither  from  her  fields  of  flowers, 
From  where  Pekin  uplifts  its  pictured  towers, 
And   from    the    markets    where    her    merchants 

meet, 
And  barter  with  the  world 

A\  H.  Stoddard. 
Thirty-seventh  Pupil : 

Cradled  and  rocked  in  the  Eastern  seas 
The  Islands  of  the  Japanese 
Beneath  me  lie  ;  o'er  lake  and  plain 
The  stork,  the  heron,  and  the  crane, 
Through  the  clear  realms  of  azure  drift ; 
And  on  the  hillsides  I  can  see 
The  villages  of  Imari. 

Thirty-eighth  Pupil : 

All  the  bright  flowers  that  fill  the  land, 
Ripple  of  waves  on  rock  or  sand, 
The  snow  on  Fusiyama's  cone, 
The  midnight  heaven  so  thickly  sown 


74   ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS. 

With  constellations  of  bright  stars, 

The  leaves  that  rustle,   the  reeds  that  make 

A  whisper  by  each  stream  and  lake, 

Are  painted  on  these  lovely  jars  ; 

The  counterfeit  and  counterpart 
Of  Nature  reproduced  in  Art. 

Longfellow. 

Thirty-ninth  Pupil : 

To  complete  the  circuit  of  the  world,  we  leave  Japan 
aiid  launch  upon  the  broad  Pacific. 

The  sunset  sea!  the  noblest  and  the  broadest 
Of  all  the  oceans  girdling  wave- washed  earth  ; 
The   calmest,    gentlest,   yet   at   times   the   mad- 
dest. 
In  raving  paroxysms  of  stormy  mirth. 

Henry  M or  ford. 

Fortieth  Pupil: 

The   long  journey   across   the   broad   Pacific  is  made 
bright  by 

THE   MEETING  OF  THE  SHIPS. 

When  o'er  the  silent  seas  alone 

For  days  and  nights  we've  cheerless  gone, 


ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS.   75 

Oh,  they  who've  felt  it  know  how  sweet, 
Some  sunny  morn,  a  sail  to  meet. 

Sparkling  on  deck  is  every  eye, 
''Ship  ahoy!  ship  ahoy!"  our  joyful  cry; 
While  answering  back  the  sounds  we  hear ; 
1  *  Ship  ahoy  !    ship  ahoy  ! ' '   what  cheer  ?    what 
cheer  ? 

Then  sails  are  backed,  we  nearer  come, 
Kind  words  are  said  of  friends  at  home  ; 
And  soon,  too  soon,  we  part  with  pain, 
To  sail  o'er  silent  seas  again. 

Moore. 

Forty-first  Pupil : 

And  now,  at  last,  as  we  enter  the  ''Golden  Gate,"  our 
hearts  are  thrilled,  and  our  lips  pour  forth  the  patriot's 
boast  — 

We  know  thee  still  when  all  is  said, 
The  best  and  dearest  spot  on  earth. 

Whit  tier. 

Forty-second  Pupil : 

CALIFORNIA. 

No  more  thou  sittest  on  thy  tawny  hills 
In  indolent  repose  ; 


76       ROUND    THK   WORLD    WITH    TH£ 

Or  pourest  the  crystal  of  a  thousand  rills 
Down  from  thy  house  of  snows. 

But  where  the  wild- oats  wrapped  thy  knees  in 

gold, 

The  ploughman  drives  his  share, 
And  where   through   canons   deep   thy  streams 

are  rolled, 
The  miner's  arm  is  bare. 

Bayard  Taylor. 
Forty-third  Pupil : 

Afar  the  bright  Sierras  lie 
A  swaying  line  of  snowy  white, 
A  fringe  of  heaven  hung  in  sight 

Against  the  blue  base  of  the  sky. 

Joaqnin  Miller. 

Forty-fourth  Pupil : 

THE   GARDKN   OF   THK   GODS. 

Beneath  the  rocky  peak  that  hides 
In  clouds  its  snow-flecked  crest, 

Within  these  crimson  crags,  abides 
An  Orient  in  the  West. 


ROUND    THE   WORLD    WITH    THE    POETS.      77 

Here  the  New  West  its  wealth  unlocks 

And  tears  the  veil  aside, 
Which  hides  the  mystic  glades  and  rocks 

The  Red  Man  deified. 


With  torrents  wild  and  tempests  blast, 

And  fierce  volcanic  fires, 
In  secret  moulds  has  Nature  cast 

Her  monoliths  and  spires. 

Forty-fifth  Pupil : 

THE   PRAIRIES. 

The  skies  are  blue  above  my  head, 

The  prairie  green  below, 
And  flickering  o'er  the  tufted  grass 

The  shifting  shadows  go. 

Far  in  the  east  like  low  hung  clouds 

The  waving  woodlands  lie  ; 
Far  in  the  west  the  glowing  plain 

Melts  warmly  in  the  sky. 

John  Hay. 


78    ROUND  THK  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS. 

Forty-sixth  Pupil : 

Here    the    Father    Mississippi    half  a   hundred 

fathoms  deep  ; 
In  his  plash  a  hundred  rivers  still  their  fretful 

murmurs  keep, 
In  his  mighty  bosom  nestling,  twice  a  thousand 

brooklets  sleep  ; 

Gathered  here  the  countless  waters,  half  of  all 

a  continent, 
Seething     like     a     serpent     writhing,  —  all     an 

awful  volume  blent. 

Forty-seventh  Pupil : 

MAMMOTH   CAVK. 

God's  hand, 
At  the  creation,  hollowed  out  this  vast 

Domain     of    darkness,    where    no    herb    nor 

flower 
Ere    sprang    amid    the    sands,    nor    dews    nor 

rains, 
Nor   blessed    sunbeams    fell    with   freshening 

power, 

Nor  gentle  breeze  its  Eden  message  told 
Amid  the  dreadful  gloom. 

^George  D.  Prentice. 


ROUND   THE   WORI^D   WITH   THE   POETS.        79 
Forty-eighth  Pupil : 

BUTE   RIDGE,    VA. 

Here  let  us  pause  by  the  lone  eagle's  nest, 
And  breathe  the  golden   sunlight  and  sweet 

air, 
Which  gird  and  gladden  all  this  region  fair, 

With  a  perpetual  benison  of  rest ; 

Say  hast  thou  ever  gazed  on  aught  more  fair 
In  Europe  or  the  Orient  ? 

Paul  Hamilton  Hayne. 


Forty-ninth  Pupil : 

THE  AU.EGHANY  MOUNTAINS. 

Wild,  endless  chain  !    that  rising  in  the  North, 
Where   stout    St.    L,awreiice   heaves   his  waters 

forth, 
Pursues    its     devious    course,    firm    bas'd    and 

high, 

Dark  barrier  of  the  East  and  Western  sky, 
And  knits  the  sister  states  in  one  great  band. 


80      ROUND    THE   WORLD   WITH    THE    POETS. 
Fiftieth  Pupil  : 

NIAGARA. 

Flow  on  forever,  in  the  glorious  robe 
Of  terror  and  of  beauty.     Yea,  flow  on 
Unfathomed  and  resistless.     God  hath  set 
His    rainbow  on    thy  forehead ;   and   the   cloud 
Mantled  around  thy  feet.     And  he  doth  give 
Thy  voice  of  thunder  power  to  speak   of  Him 
Eternally.  / 

Lydia  H.  Sigourney. 


Fifty-first  Pupil : 

NEW  ENGLAND. 

Borne  on  Imagination's  buoyant  wings 
Again  I  view  thy  groves,  thy  hills,  thy  springs  ; 
Thy  coy,  reluctant,  but  relenting  soil, 
Woo'd  and  subdued  by  persevering  toil  — 
Thy    various   coast  ;    where    frowns    the    rocky 

shore, 
Where   the  rude    breakers  beat  with  ceaseless 

roar. 

Washington  Irving. 


ROUND  THE   WORLD   WITH   THK   POKTS.       8 1 
Fifty-second  Pupil: 

Upon  our  loftiest  White  Mountain  peak, 
Filled  with  the  freshness  of  untainted  SLIT- 

We  sat,  nor  cared  to  listen  or  to  speak 
To  one  another,  for  the  silence  there 

Was  eloquent  with  God's  presence. 

Blown 

Apart  before  us,  a  dissolving  wreath 
Of  cloud  framed  in  a  picture  on  the  air ; 

The  fair  long  Saco  Valley,  whence  we  came; 
The  hills  and  lakes  of  Ossipee  ;  and  there 
Glimmers     the    sea !      Some    pleasant    well- 
known  name 

With  every  break  to  memory  hastens  back  ; 
Monadnock,  — Winnipesaukee,  —  Merrimack. 

Lucy  Larcom. 
Fifty-third  Pupil : 

O  land  of  lands  !  to  thee  we  give 

Our  prayers,  our  hopes,  our  service  free ; 

For  thee  thy  sons  shall  nobly  live, 
And  at  thy  need  shall  die  for  thee  ! 

Whittier. 
At  the  close,  have  the  pupils  sing  AMERICA. 


82       ROUND   THE  WORLD   WITH   THE   POETS. 


PART  FOUR. 

There  are  many  longer  poems  of  great  value  in  the 
study  of  geography,  but  which  the  pupils  cannot  be  ex- 
pected to  commit  to  memory. 

An  interesting  review  exercise  can  be  made  by  reading 
some  one  of  these  longer  poems,  introducing  the  names 
of  many  and  distant  places  which  the  pupils  may  be 
requested  to  locate  immediately, — adding  any  important 
facts  that  may  be  known  regarding  them. 

Selections  for  work  of  this  character  can  be  found  in 
the  poems  comprised  in  the  following  list.  This  list  is 
intended  to  be  suggestive  only,  and  every  teacher  can 
add  to  it  the  titles  of  many  favorite  poems, — especially 
local  poems,  which,  oftentimes,  can  be  made  serviceable 
in  the  work  on  local  geography.  The  few  selections  fol- 
lowing the  list  will  afford  a  clearer  idea  of  the  value  and 
wide  scope  of  this  exercise. 

"The  Discoverer  of  the  North  Cape,"  "  Evangeline," 
Riverside  Literature  Series  (Longfellow);  " A  Voyage 
Round  the  World"  (James  Montgomery);  "Childe 
Harold"  (Byron);  "On  Lynn  Terrace"  (Thomas  Bailey 
Aldrich);  "The  Leak  in  the  Dyke"  (Phoebe  Gary); 
"Keramos"  (Longfellow) ;  "  The  Sparrow, "  "  The  Kaiser- 
blumen  "  (Celia  Thaxter). 


THE    BELLS    OF    SHANDON. 

With  deep  affection 
And  recollection, 


ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS.   83 

I  often  think  of  those  Shandon  bells, 
Whose  sounds  so  wild  would, 
In  the  days  of  childhood, 
Fling  round  my  cradle  their  magic  spells. 


On  this  I  ponder 

Where'er  I  wander, 
And  thus  grow  fonder,  sweet  Cork,  of  thee,  — 

With  thy  bells  of  Shandon, 

That  sound  so  grand,  on 
The  pleasant  waters  of  the  river  L,ee. 


I  've  heard  bells  tolling 

Old  Adrian's  Mole  in, 
Their  thunder  rolling  from  the  Vatican  ; 

And  cymbals  glorious 

Swinging  uproarious 
In  the  gorgeous  turrets  of  Notre  Dame  ; 


But  thy  sounds  were  sweeter 
Than  the  dome  of  Peter 


84   ROUND  THE  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS. 

FlingvS  o'er  the  Tiber,  pealing  solemnly. 

Oh,  the  bells  of  Shandon 

Sound  far  more  grand,  on 
The  pleasant  waters  of  the  river  Lee. 

There's  a  bell  in  Moscow; 

Where,  on  tower  and  kiosk  —  O  — 
In  Saint  Sophia  the  Turkman  gets, 

And  loud  in  air 

Calls  men  to  prayer, 
From  the  tapering  summits  of  tall  minarets. 

Such  empty  phantom 

I  freely  grant  them  ; 
But  there  's  an  anthem  more  dear  to  me  : 

'Tis  the  bells  of  Shandon, 

That  sound  so  grand,  on 
The  pleasant  waters  of  the  river  L,ee. 

Francis  Mahoney. 

THE    GATE    OF    TEARS. 

(Selected.} 

We  cruised  among  the  Cyclades, 
And  visited  the  Cingalese, 


ROUND  THE:  WORLD  WITH  THE  POETS.     85 

And  lingered  at  the  Isle  of  Man. 
We  crossed  the  Himalayan  slopes, 

And  climbed  the  Mountains  of  the  Moon ; 
We  trod  Peruvian  bridge  of  ropes, 

And  lowland  dyke  and  Danish  dune ; 
We  sailed  the  great  Australian  Bight, 

We  basked  awhile  on  tropic  shores, 

We  pulled  the  daring  whaler's  oars, 
And  lost  ourselves  in  Arctic  night. 
On  Orinoco's  tangled  banks 

The  chattering  monkeys  mocked  our  quest, 
And  in  the  red  man's  straggling  ranks 

We  thrid  the  rivers  of  the  West ; 
We  followed  up  the  Niger's  course 

And  all  the  Dnieper's  muddy  miles, 
And  where  Ontario's  waters  force 

St.  Lawrence  through  his  Thousand  Isles. 

Rossiter  Johnson. 


THE    STARTING    SHIPS. 

Yon  ships  now  rocking  in  the  bay, 
Their  pennons  to  the  breeze  unfurled, 


86      ROUND    THE   WORU3   WITH    THE   POETS. 

Ere  long  will  cleave  their  trackless  way, 
Across  the  wide  and  watery  world. 

Some  for  Golconda's  golden  strand, 

And  Indus'  shore  their  course  will  urge ; 

And  some  for  Ceylon's  spicy  land, 

Will  breast  the  billows'  boiling  surge; 

While  some,  their  snowy  sails  will  rest, 

Where  the  proud  Moslem  rears  his  crest ! 


Some  for  far  Lapland's  wintry  plains, 
Will  brave  the  iceberg-mountains  hoar ; 

Some  where  eternal  Summer  reigns, 

Will  touch  the  far  East's  glowing  shore, 

While  from  Italia's  myrtle  bowers, 

Some  will  bring  music's  witching  powers. 

Some  from  the  golden  orange  groves, 
Of  Tagus'  banks  their  barks  will  fill; 

Others,  the  perfume  beauty  loves, 
Which  fair  Arabia's  gums  distil 

Will  bring,  to  give  our  colder  clime, 

The  fragrance  that  ne'er  stales  by  time. 

M.  C.    Wilson. 


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ROUND    THK   WORL,D    WITH    THE)    POKTS.       87 
THE    MIGRATION    OF    BIRDS. 

(From  tJte  Swedish.} 

When    the    sun    fiercely    glows    on    the    Nile's 

sandy  shore, 
And  the  shade  of  the  palm-trees  protects  us  no 

more, 

One  feeling  unites  us,  and  hurries  us  forth, 
To  the   land  of  our  fathers,   the  North,  to  the 

North  ! 

But   when   o'er   the   mountains  the  Son  of  the 

Storm, 
Shaking   snow    from   his    pinions,    displays   his 

dark  form, 
When  the  rowan  tree's  red,  the  hare  white  as 

snow, 
Then  away  to  the  South,   to  the  South  let  us 


THE    SWALLOW. 

Swallow  !  that  on  rapid  wing 
Sweep'  st  along  in  sportive  ring,  — 
Could  I  skim  away  with  thee 
Over  land  and  over  sea, 


88      ROUND   THE   WORIvD   WITH    THE    POETS. 

What  streams  would  flow,  what  cities  rise, 

What  landscapes  dance  before  mine  eyes  ! 

First  from  England's  southern  shore 

'Cross  the  channel  we  would  soar, 

And  our  venturous  course  advance 

To  the  lively  plains  of  France  ; 

Sport  among  the  feathered  choir 

On  the  verdant  banks  of  Loire, 

Skim  Garonne's  majestic  tide, 

Where  Bordeaux  adorns  his  side  ; 

Cross  the  towering  Pyrenees, 

'Mid  orange  groves  and  myrtle- trees  ; 

Entering  then  the  wild  domain 

Where  wolves  prowl  round  the  flocks  of  Spain, 

Where  silk-worms  spin,  and  olives  grow, 

And  mules  plod  surely  on  and  slow. 

Steering  then  for  many  a  day 

Far  to  south  our  course  away, 

From  Gibraltar's  rocky  steep, 

Dashing  o'er  the  foaming  deep, 

On  sultry  Afric's  fruitful  shore 

We'd  rest  at  length  our  journey  o'er. 

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